It's in my head
I'm thinking about what you said
and it gets worse
arguing for the foreign verse
It's in my head
It's as if you might as well be dead
and like I said
I won't be back home tomorrow
And though I see you each day now
I realize you're gone, gone
Now I'm on the inside
and everyday gets worse
You see the things are unheard
and I realize I'm gone, gone
and I'm at a loss for words
slowly falling down